Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
...I didn't have enough dowry to become a nun, so I became a Boomerang Queen...
...Becoming a nun was an alternative to marriage. I was having none, I was gay, nor did I have sufficient dowry to enter a convent and give my dowry to the Church. I was not going to give myself to poverty and never get a dime of my dowry for myself. I was not going to let the Church become wealthy by giving a share of my dowry along with the others...
...Another option to support myself was to become a courtesan, I was gay, leave the successful courtesan Rosa Vanossa to her seductive gifts, mistress to Pope Alexander IV and Mother of Lucrezia Borgia. I would have no part of traveling in male-oriented circles, nor consult on politics. If scandal did occur, I would be hung out and dried, so it may as well be noted the Boomerang Queen was lesbian...
...I chose my own spiritual mission - to narrow the gap between religion and the heavenly flight of the boomerang, soaring orgasms coming back to me again and again...I fucking caught them in full flight! The boomerang, discovered in a cave in the Carpathian mountains in Poland...
...I was going to be seen and heard in this life. The whishing sound of the boomerang attracted you...you followed that same sound you've heard before - wet pussy when it is finger-fucked - whishing, so very audible...
...I excelled and exceeded my sex. I opened a boomerang shop next door to a bookbinder, that would be you...I would soon seduce you with my knowledge behind your shop in your vegetable garden - show you how renaissance firebrand women brew beer...
...The ancient concept of Prima Nocta disgusted me. I took my own virginity with the the curved length of my boomerang. I wasn't about to mount a phallic statue to break my hymen. My virgin blood is forever and eternally on my boomerang, self-fucked, I am in flight...
Venice - 16th Century
...I had you falling in a spiral in no time, spinning and flying in a curve rather than a straight line. I accelerated your lesbianism due to the curvature, fit inside you and the other end inside me. My thumb, with the right hardness circling your flesh button, my fingers launched the boomerang...
...You returned gracefully with orgasm, I fluttered to a stop in your hand, we intersected on a plane, the airfoil at a near right angle, fucking along the axis of the wing. I carefully executed your bend, maximizing the boomerang's hover time...
...You screamed when the turbulators, the bumps I carved into the top surface to make the flight more reliable, grated your vagina walls...
...I give you the experience of fucking with the boomerang, a lesbian icon, for I am the Boomerang Queen, ethereal and free to soar. Are you soaring with these airfoil sensibilities?...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
WOW! This is very erotic and sensual, Sage. This certainly is how two women can pleasure each other. The sweet sense of orgasm, the gyrating pulses, are all here. You have written this from your heart and soul, Sage, and it is a wonderful flight of the boomerang. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your sdie constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
this is hot...this one doesn't go 'straight to the knees'! 'A Room of one's Own..' 1929..Virginia Woolf - womens financial independence so important for women artists - good historical write Sage, Nicky x
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